Ava
I stayed up late every night for days after that, my eyes burning as I pored over medical textbooks and ancient manuscripts. The stack of books on my kitchen table grew taller with each passing day, but no matter how many pages I turned, I couldn’t find anything helpful.
“There has to be something,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my tired eyes. “Some remedy, some cure... anything.”
But the black fungus spreading through our dear friend’s lungs remained a mystery thanks to the undocumented nature of the damn stuff.
No homeopathic remedy I found seemed even remotely applicable. No medical texts ever even mentioned the blight. The only thing I could find was a single passage from some old medical journal that was talking about the effects of poisonous mushrooms on the lung
